On Reverence

Sutianto     novica.com

Sutianto       novica.com

on the bluff
overlooking the Sound
the salt`breeze in my face
I remember I am of the seas
crawled ashore on bones
long washed into sands
scoured by

Why else
this affinity
for the deep mysteries
ship`wrecks of brothers
whose souls dance at dawn
in images as of starlight
ripples between waves
my name

Sleep now
down beneath
turbulent ebb & flow
of currents bound by law
waxing`sun & waning`moon
tides to pull us back again
dawn & dusk to stand
in reverence
at being

“I would not have been a poet
except that I have been in love
alive in this mortal world . . .” ~ Wendell Berry


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to On Reverence

  1. you have me kneeling


  2. an appreciation that grows with age


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